[She lets him stay close, squeezing him in turn and closing her eyes. She kisses his head and tries not to think about Jack so far gone, catatonic and rambling and mad. She tries not to think about what that horrid man did to him.

She tries. But there are whispers and ideas and she hates those enough.]

You will never go back to something like that. I won't have it. I won't. I refuse...

[To lose him like that might almost be worse than losing him because he was killed or Ported out. She holds him tight.]

I don't want anything to happen to you. Not ever.